'We have no money,' said Orange, 'except a trifle which will be consumed in inn expenses; we must go to one, as we have seen nothing about lodgings. Mirelle, are you awake?'
'Yes, Orange.'
'You will have to give French lessons, and I will do the housework at home and take in sewing. So perhaps we shall be able to keep body and soul together.'
'I am waiting,' answered Mirelle.
'What nonsense!' said Orange, impatiently. 'Do you suppose that Mr. Herring will trouble himself about us?'
'I am sure he will.'
'He has not come, and he must have received your letter.'
'Please, ma'am'—it was the servant who spoke from the doorway—'the mistress hev sent to say, shall I go and fetch a coach?'
Orange looked at her mother. Mrs. Trampleasure wept.
'Yes,' said Orange; 'we will go at once. Yes, girl: go and fetch one.'